AAAAAND HE's BACK!!!

with his trademark grin and his 'won't show it but i did miss you" style!

hoarse, tired and happy!

with memories stored in his little camera and scandalous tidbits shared !

with glowing reviews of his helpful nature by the teachers!

with tales of campfires, jungle treks, and kayaking!

to much relieved parents!

and so life continues, with him still hungover by the experience and with us basking in the familiarity of the chaos which make our routine...

and my vocal cords are finally getting the much needed exercise to keep them in perfect working order!

thank you, for all the virtual hugs and pats sent my way...it didn't lessen the hours but it did elevate my mood :D

Letting go!

That's senior, literally, on a high!!!

Have you ever had looked down a deep cliff and felt a sinking feeling inside because you don't know what's down there and you are afraid...no? no problems!!! Either try bungee jumping or just wait till your child turns 11 and then send him on a 5 day adventure camp to an island...

The school has decided to take the children from grade 6 onwards on a camping trip, where the aim is to teach the children about bonding, teamwork and leadership through group activities including kayaking, trekking and personality development exercises...Away from the familiarity of home and school, this trip will, i hope , prove extremely beneficial to him, because he is by nature extremely sports driven. Besides, its never too late to learn to be responsible for yourself.

its his first overnighter too...i brush off those worries that niggle..will he try to show off? what if he gets a bad headache? What if he goes exploring ? its in a beach area, what if? There are have been so many hypothetical scenarios playing around in my head that i could make a whole movie out of it...

I've been uncharacteristically quiet, lest he know how much my heart's trembling...I've stifled my urge to remind him again and again about things...

I've done the next best thing i could. I've involved him in the packing and got him his favorite eats. I've told him to have a wonderful time and that its up to him to make it into a great experience...G feels the anxiety too...i caught him slipping a tiny idol into S's bag for divine protection...we all have our own ways of dealing with our demons...

Today seems to be a day for change...my six yr old is used to people looking out for him always. He's never gone to school alone...when it was playschool i used to take him and now in regular school, his brother is there with him always...

So, today when i saw my six yr-old confidently march off to school, after repeatedly reminding me that he's going to come back home too from the bus stop by himself (they generally walk up by themselves but this time he will be alone) i realised that he too had grown up....they don't need me as much as i need them...

i think this is more my milestone than theirs...its time to let go...again! These strong strides that they take are a long way from those unsteady baby steps...It is a time when you realise that it is possible to feel pride and a twinge of sadness at the same time...

Of course he's going to have a good time...wish i could say the same about me...

It's going to be five long days...

Keep OuT!!

A very productive senior at work!!!



Enter at your own risk!!!








Entry to authorized personnel only...and my authorization depends on his mood


This one says...
Trespassers will be shot!!!
Just in case you got that message wrong, it reiterates...
Survivors will be shot again!!!







That's my space!!!



with big bro cordoning off his space, this is the safest place lil junior could find

My troubled mind!!!

an update on the last post
Yes, i did have a chat with the teacher. She seemed taken aback that he had zeroed onto the cross and the nailing part...becase it was not pointed out to them. It was stressed to me that the whole thing was more an exercise to tell them about values, morals?!!!! I'm sure they could have learnt about values from another source?

I've told her a few things myself but i think its my fault for letting him go on this trip...i should have foreseen this...but he would have been at a loss if he had been the only one not to go...:(

i still think 5 years is too early to talk to children about diffent faiths, gods etc..each child must be coming from a particular background and is slowly being exposed to different friends, different faiths...every child reacts differently...and yes, maybe mine is too sensitive

In this particular case, junior felt bad that even some one who did good, got a raw deal out of it all...so it was a lesson badly learnt.

and i've learnt mine...

A troubled mind...

So the kids were asked to come in sandals since they would be visiting places of worship.

So the boy was sure he wanted to go, and he went, happy that it was going to be a kind of a picnic...The earlier time they had been to pizza hut where they saw the pizzas being made, and before that they had gone to a theatre to see a play...

It so turns out they visited a church, a buddhist temple, a hindu temple and a mosque. It was an out of school routine and that accounted for most of the excitement...

The evening and many evenings later, we all heard a few observations...

Amma do you know that the holy book of india is called the quran!!!!

Amma, you know the lady in the church told us that jesus, they pinned him on a cross with nails...he died and two days later he became a god?!!!

Amma, the holy book of the church is Buddha...

Amma, why do we pray to so many gods..?

undoubtedly a young mind not very prepared ...it has been gnawing in his mind especially the church and what they said. I've not really enlightened him about various religions. I've tried more to lay emphasis on morals, values and good simple sharing...perhaps some children are ready for this..perhaps junior is a lone case, perhaps...


The final statement, a whole week later...

You know, they said Jesus loved everybody.......and yet he died...

A sad statement...

No, I've not heard the end of this...


And I think the school is going to hear from me on this one...

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Update: this post has nothing to do with any religion. I just wonder when is the right age for something. The elder boy did not react this way, perhaps because he was exposed to it much later. I studied in a convent school and i loved the chapel for its peace and serenity. Even temples have disturbing displays, (narasimha tearing the asura's stomach, goddesses holding a cut off head). Now my mind is troubled more...

In and out!!

It been two weeks now since the cub junior's been learning about the human body. It's fun to see how much the little ones enjoy learning new things. They had a doctor come to school to show them the different intsruments used and the kids were taken to the lab to see the skeleton. And now he knows why his heart goes thump, thump...and what his lungs do.

Two days back, after gorging on a treat of homemade pizza for dinner, the boys were in their room doing their routine of driving the neighbors crazy, while i cleaned up.

Soon, junior dances into the kitchen.

"You know, Amma, the pizza has entered my food pipe".

"That's nice, now where does it go" I had to ask

"now it's gone into my intestine, the good food stays there, the bad food goes into my biiig intestine' (that was probably to emphasize how big it is)

"okay.." now i'm understandably piqued ...

"and" he continues, "i think pizza is bad food 'cos its gone into my big intestine and it now wants to come out ...(he's literally dancing now)

"eeks!!! into the bath room right now!!!' I scream, my momma alerts ringing loud and clear

and that's how we averted a smelly accident that day.

sigh, pizza is bad food?

a 'mushy' tale

I have to record this just for its "laugh" factor.

The kids are excited about the upcoming trip to India. They have cousins in Bangalore (my sis' kids) who are 15 and 11). My nephews in a way, are curtain raisers for whatever would happen to my kids. The last time we saw the 15 yr-old, he had started shaving, too.

My cub junior absolutely hero-worships the 15 yr-old.

Yesterday while we were waiting at the gate for the school bus, (a group of 8 brighteyed children chattering away while this bleary-eyed mom looked on) discussion veered to moustaches. Cub senior, (the self appointed mr.know-it-all courtesy his cousins) declared that when you reach class 8/9, u get a moustache...

of couse junior's ears perked up. He runs to me, thrilled with this nugget of information and asks, "is it true, i too will get a moustache when i reach class 9?" (his questions are still framed as sentences asked in a questioning tone)

i nodded,and couldn't resist adding "maybe earlier.. "

he looked excited...

next he peers closely at me and asks..."u don't have one?"

"urrmmm......no"

Now comes the howler...

"why? u didn't go to school, u never reached class 9?"

i really have to work on my image , don't i?